the smell of my desperation has become a stench

Water baby

I’ve got a water filter installed in the sink that Marlo can access when she stands on a stool. So right there in that sentence are two very bad ideas: water filter, stool. This kid would sit in a puddle of water all day long or carry that puddle with her if she were required to get up and move. She loves to fill containers with water and then empty them, usually not in the sink. I’m constantly saying, “No more water. No. Stop. No more. No more water, Marlo. MARLO.” And her response is always, “Justht one more time. A little bit.”

Fine. One more time. Just a little bit.

Which means she continued this for the next hour.

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Heather B. Armstrong

Hi. I’m Heather B. Armstrong, and this used to be called mommy blogging. But then they started calling it Influencer Marketing: hashtag ad, hashtag sponsored, hashtag you know you want me to slap your product on my kid and exploit her for millions and millions of dollars. That’s how this shit works. Now? Well… sit back, buckle up, and enjoy the ride.

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